[ 001 - Hologram] What's big, pink and smells like....strawberries?

[alwaysadrift]

[There's apparently a lot of giant robots around here. This one's looking a little out-of-sorts though, and it's pretty clear why, when he holds up--or attempts to--a very large wiggly semi-transparent pink cube. Give him a break okay: it's quite slippery, given its gelatinous state.]

Uh. Does anyone...want this? I bought it in the marketplace. I thought it was, ya know, something I could eat. Apparently it's for organics though. [Don't ask how Drift knows this. A medical diagnostic might be on his to-do list though.] And apparently non-returnable now.

[He has no idea what organics would do with such a large quantity of 'strawberry jello' or why it has any right masquerading in the form of an energon cube, but oh well, lesson learned. Drift sets it down before it nearly slips from his hot little fingers, (nevermind the squelching noise please) and pulls out an energon ration pouch, the pink liquid inside sloshing around as he holds it up.]

I am looking for more of this though. It's our fuel, and trust me when I say it's not good for organics. If you see any though, let me know. I can pay you for it, if need be.

[Just...not a lot. What a time to be without his gold currency card. But seriously people, Drift really, really likes not staving! He's done that before and would rather not again. But you better believe he's just the type of idiot to give out what rations he brought with him to the others of his kind. Because even if he's not fond of starving, hey, positive side: he knows how to tolerate it probably better than anyone.]

So Wing, Rodimus, Megatron, anyone else... let me know what supplies you have? I have some rations, if you're in need.

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Hologram, righto~

[alwaysadrift]

Jelloh? Is that what this stuff is?

[Which he might know, if he'd read the packaging a little more closely.]

Poisonous and, uh, technically _explosive? if handled really improperly. [It's quite delicious when not being explosive though!] But yes. It's not so good for humans. Which...I assume you are?

[walkingballpit]

Yeah, I'm human. [Or close enough that he's not going to be licking any strange pink cubes to test for Jell-O-ness.]

I think I'm gonna go down the market place and make sure there's no pink cubes still for sale. Before another human buys it and buys it.

[alwaysadrift]

[Hey, he's happy he guessed right. Drift's trying to be all xeno-friendly and such because you never who looks like what around here. He's just glad this jelloh stuff isn't alive and sentient.]

Well if it's any consolation, I haven't found any energon around Knowhere at all. So...less chance of random poisoning?

[Annnd more chances of Cybertronians starving but hey, at least no one else's desert choices come with surprise risks?]

[walkingballpit]

[So is Robbie, although it's really difficult when you're talking to someone that can turn into a car.]

I wouldn't exactly call it consolation.

[Because Cybertronians starving.]

I'm still gonna check it out. Maybe another set of eyes will help.

[alwaysadrift]

[Hey he's not gonna be offended if you mistake him for a Maserati. Maybe a Lambroghini though because both the ones he knows are kinda punks.]

Much appreciated.

I'm sure there's a, uh, more...sciency and efficient way to go about looking for it but...

[YEAH. Have a giant robot shrug because Drift's equivalent of science is taste testing weird substances and then checking a box: ( )sick ( )not sick]

[walkingballpit]

[... Robbie will beg to drive him either way.]

Sciency and efficient isn't really my thing, but I can't go around licking your food and dying. How about I bring you whatever I find?

[alwaysadrift]

[This can totally happen. After some asking nice type words.]

Oh, er, no. I wouldn't want that. [That has all the makings of a terrible tabloid cover.] Works fine for me. I'm in, eh....Orange 1.

[walkingballpit]

[There will be innumerable pleases.]

I wouldn't want that either. And Nita would kill me if I lived through it. I'll let you know if I find anything!

[alwaysadrift]

[Most excellent. There's even an empty hangar around here~]

Ha-ha, death by disapproval, what a way to go. [He's been there before.] So who's Nita and should I watch out for him?

[walkingballpit]

[Robbie makes this little choked off bark of a laugh. Oh god. Well, fingers crossed that Nita isn't paying attention.]

Nah, I don't think you have to watch out for her. She's a friend of mine.

[alwaysadrift]

[What? What'd he say?]





....oh. [AWKWARD] AH-ha well. That's a relief. Glad you have friends here.

[Hey pronouns are hard dude. He only knows of one 'she' and Arcee is... Well her reputation proceeds her.]

[walkingballpit]

[He will still giggle at it. Because pissing off Nita is still fun after all these years.]

Do you? Kinda trying not to fall into the all aliens are friends hole.

[alwaysadrift]

[Drift is happy to be of assistance then! ... As long as Nita is nothing like Arcee in which case pissing her off would be B A D.]

Appreciate that. And thankfully I do, yeah. My captain, my former commander [when he was in the Decepticon army but shhhh no one needs to know that] and my....uh, mentor [and secret crush but SHUT UP no one needs to know that either] are all here.

Which is honestly nicer than the universe has ever been to me. I think. Ever.

[Seriously it's WEIRD.]

[walkingballpit]

[That would depend on what Arcee is like. Nita can pack a punch.]

Awesome. You can be my, like, Cybertronian sherpa. So who's who?

[A pause.]

I know how that goes. This is really karmically nice, for me, all things considered.

[alwaysadrift]

[Welp, rumor has it she spent a few hundred years on the borders of the Dead Universe killing the bot who made her into a lady over and over again. Seeing as how he kind of did it without asking. RUDE.]

So you came out ahead too? Wow that's...pretty nice, all around. That this has been, ya know, an upgrade for some people. [Beats exile, that's for sure.]

And sure, happy to help! [Err.] But...what's a Sherpa?

[His language files are doing quite a number on this word.]

[walkingballpit]

I think I might've. I'll have to see how the whole space gem thing turns out to say for sure.

[He chuckles, because it's going to have to go terribly to negate his friend being alive.]

What's that? Oh. The Sherpa people live in the Himalayas, and some of them make their living as guides and mountain climbers.

[alwaysadrift]

Ahhh yeah. That part. I admit I'm....curious. [But also waiting for the other shoe to drop, so there's that.]

Oh! [Yeah that makes total sense! Except...not?] Uh.... I. Hate to tell ya this, but. I'm not exactly an off-road vehicle?

[Emphasis on 'guides' instead of 'mountain climbers' clearly MISSED.]

[walkingballpit]

You're not exactly a - what? You're not a vehicle. I don't know what P.C. term is here. Something something cybernetic entity?

[He is privately calling them robots. Habits die hard, but he wouldn't use the term to their faces. It seems rude.]

[alwaysadrift]

No I'm a speedster, uh, a sports car, as they say on Earth. But I see where you're going with this. 'Biomechanical lifeform' is probably most proper, but where I come from just 'mechanicals' is common enough. Cybertronian specifically for my species.

[Yep, they aren't the only mechanical species, just the oldest and most advanced.]

And I can't speak for others of my kind, but I'm not gonna get my wires kinked if you call me a robot though.

[walkingballpit]

[He might have choked on his own spittle.]

You're a sports car. I hope that doesn't kink any wires but that's freaking awesome.

[alwaysadrift]

[For a second that choke has Drift worried. Sometimes it's not so hot, not being one of those utilitarian altmodes. Kind of gets you left in the gutters, abandoned, during a fuel shortage.

But ya know, then the word awesome comes out and he gets all shiny.]

Ya think so?

[Okay preening time.]

I have some skill too. At racing.

[Just GUESS what kind?!]

[walkingballpit]

[Who needs utilitarian when you're the type of car that is glorified velocity sex on wheels?]

Yes, I think so. You don't??

[That is well-merited preening.]

Drag-rac -- oh my god. Drift. Drifting.

[He wants to drive you.]

this thread is priceless

[alwaysadrift]

[Now that's the spirit! Wait. That sounds lewd and...perfectly sensible actually. More preening time.]

What? No. Course I do! I mean, who doesn't like to drive fast!?

[Drive fast and stab things: Drift's resume start to end. Oh and apparently visions of the future but he doesn't know that's a repeatable thing yet]

[GRIN.] Too obvious?

[Granted he's about...80,000 times older than drift racing is but when he got to Japan how could he NOT? And hey...earn the trust man, and he just might let you drive.]

Yes. Yes, it is.

[walkingballpit]

[Own what you are, little sportscar.]

Little old people who forgot how to live.

[He grins back.]

Nope. I'm a big fan of obvious, groan-inducing codenames. You're golden.

these two need to do stupid things together

[alwaysadrift]

[Hell yes he will!]

Yeah I know a few of those. Plus Ultra Magnus. [Who is anything but little. All nice enough people but low on the excitement scale for sure.]

Code name? Oh but I was I born with that name ages ago. On Earth I was just trying to absorb the local culture.

Also racing. Because. [Like he needs a reason.] Speaking of... You think there's anywhere around here to, ya know, make tracks?